Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-01-01

. pleasant und unobtrusivs way revived ths
nsmory of the sainh etill, she felt weary
and wss growing dsspondsnt, and had
longing for the good sisters and the blamsle0
lstharxy Of conveutual Life, and then
He camel
But mot - the prince should come on
. white charger, 10 carry away this
cruelly-abussd and enchanted damsel.
He was sunburned, be was bearded
like ''the pard; !" hs was little careless - to
his drss and prsocc6pied in his ways But
his mouth and ayss were the same, and when
he repeated in his old frank, half -mischievous
way IL invitation Of biz letter, poor little
Carnasu could only hesitate and blush.
A thought struck him and sent the color to
his face. Your gentleman born d always a.
modest - . woman. Hs ran down stairs
and ssidng ths widowed Plodgitt, said
hastily:
aYou'rs Just killing yoursslf hsra Take
change. Come down to Monterey for . day
or two with mo and bring Min Do Haro with
you for company"
The old lady recognised the situation.
Thatchsr was now . MN Of vast poadbili-
ties In al maternal daughters Of Eve there
b the slightest bit Of the chaperone and
match maker. It b tho last way Of reviving
tho past.
She consented and Carmen De Haro could
not wsll refuse.
The ladies found the aBlue Maar mills very
much a. Thatcher had previously delivered
it to them, u trine rough and mannish."
But he made over to them tho ono tenement
reserved for himself and slept with his men,
or moro likely under the trees At first Mrs
Plodgitt missed gas and running water, and
these several conveniences Of civilization,
among which fear may be mentioned sheets
and pillow cases; but the balsam Of the
mountain air soothed her neuralgia and her
tsmper. Al for Carmen, she rioted in tho
unlimited license sf her absolute freedom
from conventional restraint and the indul-
gence Of her child-liks impulses. She secured
the lodges far and wide alone; she dipped
into dark copses and scrambled over the
sterile patches Of chemisal, and came back
laden with the spoil Of buckeye blossoms,
manzanita berries and laurel But she would
not make q sketch Of the "Blue Mass COM
pany's" mills ON a Mercator's projection
something that could be afterwards Ntho-
graphed or chromoed, with the mills turn
ing out tons Of quicksilver through the ener-
gies Of happy and picturesque assemblage
of miners to please her padrone, Don
Royal Thatcher. On the contrary, she made
a study Of the ruins Of the crumbled and de-
cayed red rock furnace, with the black
mountain above it, and the light Of dying
camp fire shining upon it, and the dull red
excavations In the ledge. But even this did
not satisfy hsr until she had made some
alterations, and when she finally brought her
finished study to Don Royal, she looked at
him little denantly. Thatcher admired
honestly, and then criticised q little humor-
ously and dishonesty. "But couldn't you,
for confederation, put up sign board on
that rock with the inscription, "Road to the
Blue Nas dompany's new mills to the
right" and combine budnem with arta That's
the fault of you geniuses. But what's this
blanketed figure doing here, lying before the
furnacei You never saw one Of my miners
there-and Mexican, too, by his seraps."
"That, quoth Mistress Carmen, cooliy," !" was
put In to All up the foreground-I wanted
something there to balance the picture"
aBut," continued Thatcher, dropping into un-
conscious admiration again, "it's drawn to
tho life. Tell me, Miss De Haro, before I ask
the cid and counsel Of Mrs. Plodgitt, who il
my hated rival, and your lay figure and
model1" "Oh," said Carmen, with q little
sigh, aIt's only poor Concho." "And where
= ConchoF' Il little impatiently) 1He's dead,
Don Royal" sDeadr aOf . verity-very
dead murdered by your countrymen." II
see-and you know himr @Hs was my
friend"
sOhi"
~Truly.n
aBut" (wickedly, aim't this . rather
ghastly advertisement -outzide Of an Illus
trated newspaper-of my propertyF
aGhastly, Don Royal Look you, he sleeps."
GAy" lin Spanish), 1as the dead" (
Carmen Crossing herself hastily, aAftea'
the fashion Of the dead"
They were both feeling uncomfortable.
Carmen was shivering. But, being q woman,
and tactful, she recovered her head first ut
Il study for myself, Don Royal; shall
make you another"
And she slipped away, a. she thought, out
Of the subject and his presence.
But she was mistaA !; in the evening he
renewed the conversat b. Carmen began to
fence. not from cowardice or deceit. as the
masculins reader would readily infer, but
from some wonderful feminine instinct that
told her to b. cautious. But he got from bar
The fact, to him before unknown, that shs
was the niece Of his mean antagonist, and, b.
ing gentleman, 90 redoubled his attentions
and his courtesy that Mrs Plodgitt made up
her mind that it was q foregone conclusion,
and seriously reflected as to what she should
wear on the momentous occasion. But that
night poor Carmen cried herself to sleep, re-
solving that she would hereafter cast aside
her wicked uncle for this good-hearted
Americana, yet never once connected her In
nocent penmanship with the deadly feud b.
tween them. Women--the best Of them-are
strong as to collateral facts, swift Of deduc-
tion, but vague as children are to the exact
statement or recognition Of premises. 1t Is
hardly necessary to say that Carmen had
never thought of connecting any oct OF hers
with the claims of her uncle, and the circum-
stance of the signature she had totally for
gotten.
The masculine reader will now understand
Garments confusion and blushes, and believe
himself an ass to have thought them con-
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